August 26, 2007

Well there's too many windows
in this old hotel
And rooms filled with reckless pride
And the walls have grown sturdy
And the halls have worn well
But there is nobody living inside
Nobody living inside...

July 19, 2006

Every night I say a prayer in the hope that theres a heavenAnd every day Im more confused as the saints turn into sinnersAll the heroes and legends I knew as a child have fallen to idols of clayAnd I feel this empty place inside so afraid that Ive lost my faith

November 29, 2005

The ghosts of winter howl, haunting my marrow Dark, saturnian, the world falls away left with darkness and a torch Have I the strength not to light it? to be in the pitch eyes pried open by darkness to see the faintest stars the fullness of the night sky?

November 07, 2005

It was a cold, dreary morning. #2 was at my house, we were on the couch passing the hydrater. The latest Sesame Street episde was on and it was featuring the #1. This, of course, enraged #2. He said, "Why does he always get the spotlight. Why does he always come first. I'm tired of it, something should be done." I tried to calm him down but to no avail. He said, "I'm takng this into my own hands." I wanted to point out to him that as a number, he techincally had no hands, but it would only piss him off more.

October 23, 2005

Just when you thought it was safe to hang out with the daughterAll she did was stand there and smile
And my insides turned over and died
Everything I thought I was past
It all came rushing back
Longing with all of my being
For another smile
Another touch
Only a life together.
Stupid.
All she has to do is ask...

October 10, 2005

Oh shit, Rockwell's hit. He's down, damn, somebody get a medic. Medic, medic; we got a man down and we need help. He's still breathing, O.K. O.K., thats good, right. We need morphine, demyral, perkaset; something. Dammit, help him. Oh yah, and a side of prozac for me. Where is the chopper, we need Medi-vac. Alright Rockwell, keep breathing, keep trying. I'm not letting you go without me. "La Famiglia" remember; always there and always true. Alright now we're gonna need about thirty good movies. Please nothing with Patrick Swayze or Julia Roberts; for god's sake. We'll also need some triple mac and a dozen popsicles. Hurry, there's no time to think; just react. I got you Bro, always there and always true.

September 04, 2005

This was my first published poem, back in the Spring of '95. I edited Underground, a newsletter for the young people in the area with a church connection. We were desperate for material and being teenagers, shameless self-promoters, so we filled it with our own spoutings.One decade on, new life is brought to an old pome, that probably should never have seen the light of day in the first place:

September 02, 2005

Dirty water soaks into your feet,Unbelief at overwhelming need.The dead lay covered in sheets,Cries for help from whomever you meet.

May there be grace for thousands, battered by the storm.Strength for relief workers, haggard and worn.New hope for tomorrow, real help for today,How to be family for those hurting, we all must find a way.

Nobody else here baby
No one here to blame
No one to point the finger
It’s just you and me and the rain
Nobody made you do it
No one put words in your mouth
Nobody here taking orders
When love took a train heading south
It’s the blind leading the blond
It’s the stuff, it’s the stuff of country songs

Hey if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright